She gagged slightly but didn't pull back. Instead, she relaxed her throat, taking him even deeper. Her nose pressed against his pelvis, golden-blonde hair tickling his skin.
Deep throat.
"Fuck," Viktor breathed, his hips jerking forward involuntarily. "That's it. Take it all."
Olivia's throat convulsed around him, swallowing reflexively. Her tongue worked along the underside of his shaft, licking every inch she could reach despite the awkward angle.
Her hands came up, gripping his thighs for balance. Her nails dug in slightly through the fabric of his pants.
Viktor's hand in her hair tightened, holding her in place. His other hand continued its assault on her breasts, alternating between kneading the soft flesh and pinching her nipples.
"You understand your role, don't you?" Viktor asked, his voice rougher now. "You're not just my priestess. You're my proof. My legitimacy made flesh."
